A POEM - THE STRANGE QUESTION

THE STRANGE QUESTION
I’d been sitting there maybe an hour,
enjoying a few beers
and letting the time go by.
Minding my own business,
Doing my thing.
A man at the other end of the bar got up,
put on his coat and looked over at me.
“you’re not gonna commit suicide, are you?”
I gave it some thought.
It was a weird way to start a conversation,
Especially since he seemed to be on his way out.
Finally I glanced back to him and said,
“what’s it to you?”